The lake we swam in most often was a hidden gem, down a dirt
road leading to a “parking lot” which was nothing more than a clearing among
the towering pine trees. From there, you
followed a narrow, unpaved path bordered by blueberry bushes and more pine
trees to the lake, which, like most beaches on the island, was on the rocky
side. This didn’t deter us from picnicking, though. The lake had a pink granite shelf to one
side, which was perfect for sunbathing, and the warm, shallow water as you
splashed into the water was alive with minnows.